The Branded Female Fencer

After consulting Ruth, Jake went back to class as if nothing had happened. Classes hadn't started yet, but Rascal and Lotte talk there.

"Hey, is Nellie okay?

"Oh, no problem."

"But get some sleep..."

Lotte grabs the chest of her clothes looking worried. Rascal, who is usually slightly lighter, is also a serious face.

"Those guys... there's a limit to doing it!

I'm sure Rascal will stare at the nobles, but Jake stopped.

"Stop it, Rascal. They're after you."

"But!

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna end up like this either."

And Rascal noticed a definite flame of anger in Jake's eyes. But on the contrary, it worries me. I thought Jake might do something sooner. It is an implicit understanding in the east of the continent that no matter how bad the aristocracy may be, the common people should never lay their hands on the aristocracy. Most people don't have the right to even sign up for a duel.

"What are you gonna do?

"Revenge reasonably. That was sword training this afternoon, wasn't it?

"Oh, you're the one supervised by the upper classmates"

"Okay..."

Jake looks softly at the noble men. The overall leader is Dute Hilde, but the man's leading presence was an internationally large boy named Bruns. As a nobleman, he doesn't seem that high, but he seems to have a strong arm. You're not that smart for that, you're one year older than Jake, but you're still in this class.

When it comes to where you got that information, it's all Ruth's bottom line. When Ruth came to this school, he looked up the background of all his classmates and Jake's classmates and looked for their weaknesses. That can be said to be a child planted by Lisa, but this also suited Ruth's own sexual orientation. It could also be described as the wisdom acquired to survive in a slum-like lower town.

That Ruth thing,

"Leave it to me. Come on, come on, come on. That's why I'm a cousin."

Yes, it is. Jake didn't dare ask how Ruth would do it, but Ruth was the person to do it when he said he would. That's true from the moment you get there, and you can't clearly say what you can't do. Ruth is very reliable in that respect. It was clear to my memory that the direction of the most evil jokes would occasionally come this way, and there were so many times I wanted Jake to give me a break.

And Jake was going to fight back with Ruth's intrusive wisdom and the way he thought he'd do it. Anyway, the herds are brittle if you crush their heads. Jake slowly accumulated anger and strength in preparation for his afternoon class.

And afternoon classes.

It is a martial arts practice supervised by a 4-6 year class of humans. Warrior students who deal with weapons receive instruction from upper classes as they exchange practices, and magician students teach protective techniques. Even as an upperclassmate, I am desperate to be questioned here about the strength of instruction. It's like coaching someone who can be a future fighter, or a subordinate of their own, even if they are already in the field. Nature, there is also heat in instruction.

"Olah! What, that hips?!? Are you motivated, you!

Among them, it is Miltre, who is responsible for the whole thing, who utters a badly patterned voice. He is a man who has already made a name for himself as a powerful man in six years. He is a strong man whose assignment to the Knights of the Temple is enshrined after graduation, despite having experienced three previous practices and being of orphan origin. This class is also assigned by the instructor, including how to do it and the director. That he is raising his anger.

"Hirohiro there! You're not here to dance!? Lower your center of gravity!

Miltre presses his shoulder for two years to lower his center of gravity. His mouth is rough, his guidance is harsh, but he never wields unreasonable violence. For that matter, wield the munchies of love in full.

Grades 1-3 are screaming at the rigorous training of that miltre. The superior classmates of directors and mentors look at each other with a bitter laugh, but no one disputed Miltre because the more he opined, the more counterproductive it would be. Jake follows that training lightly by himself. For him, who can be trained by Alberto and Rafferty every day, it is pre-breakfast content.

And Miltre speaks up when basic preparatory exercises, basic training and swordsmanship instruction are over.

"Hey, if you take a 20-second break, you'll be in pairs and practice in real life format. There's a punch in, but don't forget to put your protective gear on!? Of course, the wooden sword is wrapped with cloth, so as to further reduce the power! I repeat, this is training. I will never forgive you for deliberately hurting someone, let alone your people!

While everyone lets out their breath at Miltre's screams, it moves tightly, equal without, say, a 20-second break. And Jake is right on target, talking to the Bruns.

"Hey."

"Am I?"

"Why don't you practice with me?

"Why would I have to go along with a common kid like you?

Bruns looks at Jake with his eyes like he made a little fool of himself. Bruns, whose body is also one head bigger than Jake's, is completely dressed to look down on Jake. The guys around the Bruns also looked at Jake in a slight fashion.

"Dude, this Bruns can do it in third grade class if it's just sword moves, right? Besides, he's pretty strong in the third grade."

"Yeah, well, if you're a poor guy like you, you're the one who's ashamed of red, right?

"That's the thing. You can't beat me without guts like you. Today I will have mercy on you, the nobleman."

"" "Hahahahahahaha!

The surrounding surroundings spoke to the winning Bruns' words, but Jake didn't move at all. On the contrary, he takes a step forward and answers like this so that he doesn't hear around him.

"You're scared, aren't you?

"What!?

"The more wooden idols you can't use, the better you can yell. Are you scared to find out that your knife and your sword skills are at the bottom?

Jake said it with all his dislike. Did Bruns get angry with the word or turn his face bright red?

"Holy shit!"

"Whoa, it's a sword if you want to do it. I'm gonna win this fight, but then they're gonna stop me around."

I provoke Jake to come over to the Bruns at his fingertips as he turns his sword around with plenty of sarcasm. To that attitude, Bruns, who dyed bright red to his ears so that he could see beside him, grabbed the wooden sword and followed Jake.

"Don't think you'll make it home safely!?

"You can count on me, pig."

Big but slightly fat, Bruns gets even more angry with the word, Miltre starts and comes at Jake with an awesome sword screen at the same time. Everyone around me thought the big Bruns sword was just powerful, but for Jake, who meets with Alberto every day, he was just a kid with a lot of wasted motion. Without as much pressure as Alberto, and without as much sophistication as Rafferty's, the Bruns sword is that much to be avoided even as he meditates on his eyes.

Jake is tired of the Bruns as he flickers the Bruns sword without difficulty. While Jake may have seemed to be avoiding it dramatically by his side, the sixth graders were beginning to realize that Jake could afford their meeting. Bruns is getting a pretty darker color of fatigue because his sword doesn't hit Jake at all.

"Haa... haa..."

"Are we done here? I knew fat people didn't have the strength."

"Ugh... you're the one who just ran away without a brain... hah..."

The feet of the Bruns are not great. He forgot me in anger and waved his sword at me for almost a minute. If we made such a move once and for all with no oxygen, we were tired and normal. Besides, does Bruns have a humble mouth, he always eats lunch until he's full. Jake has seen him eat three times as many other people in the dining room only once.

Watching the Bruns get a lot tired, Jake restarts his sword.

"All right, then it's time to do it"

"Haa... come here, you little shit"

"... I knew it. - Oh, shit. I'd love to see you get bummed out."

"Holy shit!

I saw Jake lower the sword he put up once, and I thought he made a fool of me until the end of the day, and the Bruns set up on the upper stage and stormed in. At that moment, Jake jumped into the Bruns' pocket at once, causing the pattern of a wooden sword, unwrapped in cloth, to sweep all over the Bruns.

Due to being poked at the void and being a counter to the rampage, the Bruns collapse while refluxing lunch on the spot. There will be twitching from around, but the reasons for this will vary. The junior year was surprised that the Bruns lost, and the senior year was surprised by Jake's extra jump in speed. It was Jake's rate of jumping in to see if even the upper classmates could react.

He crashes down from his knees and kneels down to Bruns, who keeps throwing up things in his stomach, and Jake gently slaps him in the ear.

"It's good to get involved with me. But don't ever lay a hand on my family or my people again. We won't have to do this next time."

That's all I tell you. I don't have to hear back from Bruns, and Jake turns his back on him and starts walking away. But when the Bruns finished throwing up all the way, he began to unravel the wooden sword cloth he had dropped beside him, put a drink in his fluttering leg and rushed towards Jake. More than a stomachache, more than a fluttering leg, Bruns' head was full of vengeance against Jake.

"Holy shit! I'll kill you!!

Jake regains hold of his sword at the sign of thrust from behind. but at the same time Jake turned around, Bruns was slapped and blown away. I don't know what happened, Jake or the Bruns of the day, and I'm pompous.

It was Miltre who hit the Bruns. The miltre has a blue muscle on his forehead and is royal on the spot.

"You! What did you just say!?

"What?"

He's stunned with faces like he doesn't know what he was asked, while Bruns holds down his aching cheeks. And when Miltre grabs the chest barn and pulls the Bruns while sitting on the spot, he tightens them up with enough force to keep Bruns' body afloat.

"Ku, bitter..."

"Did you just say 'slaughter' to that kid?!? Answer me!"

Miltre slammed the Bruns to the ground as he couldn't stop shaking his neck small and vertical. Bruns depresses more and more on the ground.

"Guh! Nah... what are you doing?

"That's our line, kid! You just took off your sword cloth and tried to attack that kid from behind? As a knight, you don't think it's the most disgraceful act! Well, you say it's 'kill' against those who might be your backkeeping companion in the future!? Which mouth would you like that for!

"But he's a civilian!

Bruns barked.

"It must not be mistaken, for example, when civilians raise their hands to nobility! Civilians just have to listen to the noblemen!

"I'm from a slave!!

Miltre can roar. Everyone, including the Bruns, was annoyed by the words.

Continued